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Chapter 217: Dragon Madness Lock
Kai Xiusu narrowed his eyes, linking his consciousness directly into the dragon’s eye. Instantly, his vision filled with the image of a White Dragon Head emerging from the void, exhaling a torrent of Frost Breath.
"Left," he muttered, already lunging forward. He unleashed a blast of Fire in that direction, then slashed with his claws, carving a Flashing Claw-shaped field into the air.
The White Dragon Head had barely materialized when it was scorched by the Fire, then violently torn open by a claw strike—three deep, gash-like wounds tearing across its face. Blood sprayed like crimson rain.
Before the Red Dragon could even react, it swung its wings with ghostly speed, diving in like a shadow, aiming to seize the creature’s true form. But the Monster vanished once more into the void, leaving the Red Dragon to crash into empty space.
Wagner’s voice echoed through the Tower, drifting like an unseen current.
"Red Dragon… do you know why I call myself the Dragon-Frenzied Black Wizard?"
Kai Xiusu gave no answer. He was already channeling every ounce of energy into his lungs, preparing to unleash his full-force breath—Go All Out, a final, decisive strike. He would end Wagner the moment the man’s form reappeared.
Unbothered by the silence, Wagner continued, speaking to himself as if the answer had always been clear.
"I’ve long since surrendered to Fate. No more resistance. I only seek safety beneath the secrecy of dragons. Ha… how utterly pathetic."
"But then… the Red Dragon we serve… went mad."
His voice dropped, chilling.
"He unleashed Fire. Killed every initiate of the Dragon Witch Cult during their ritual. Then, right before my eyes… he devoured Catherine whole. I barely escaped with a spell."
"After escaping, I became obsessed. I scoured ancient ruins, delved into forgotten lore from millennia past. And finally… I uncovered the truth. The Dragon Madness Lock."
Kai Xiusu’s watch pulsed violently.
Dragon Madness Lock.
It was a Heritage relic—meant to terminate Dragon Leadership.
Over ten thousand years ago, before the war between giants and elves, dragons ruled all lesser races without restraint. The elves, in particular, chafed under their yoke. After decades of secret research and bitter debate over cost and risk, they forged the Dragon Madness Lock—a permanent masterpiece of elven high magic, one of the most powerful spells ever created.
The spell drove every dragon into uncontrollable frenzy. They ravaged their own lands, slaughtered their offspring and servants, left behind only ruin. It became the key factor in the downfall of dragonkind.
This "Dragon Madness" erupted periodically—every few decades, or even centuries—seemingly tied to the strength of the “Star of the King Slayer” in the heavens.
"You dare use such a forbidden power!" the Red Dragon snarled, teeth bared. "Do you not fear the wrath of the Dragon Gods?"
The situation had spiraled beyond control. Dragon Madness Lock was a divine-level spell. A single touch would doom anyone who bore it.
He finally understood Wagner’s madness. To pursue such a forbidden strength, to lose oneself to it… that Wagner had retained even a sliver of reason was nothing short of a miracle.
Yet Wagner’s voice still rang through the Tower.
"You’re afraid, Kai Xiusu. Ha… how fitting. Begin with the Red Dragon. End with the Red Dragon. A perfect circle."
"Dragons—greedy, slothful creatures—were born with immense power. Fangs and claws that shred mortals like paper. Flames that level cities in seconds. And spells beyond comprehension."
"And you, Kai Xiusu—favorite of Tiamat… I’ve watched you since you were a Dragonling. I saw you grow, in just ten short years, into this colossal beast. Some of your techniques… even I cannot decipher."
"But why?"
The voice suddenly rose, piercing and furious.
"Why should you have the right to rewrite my fate?"
"Why should I be forced to serve you—because I was captured by the Dragon Witch Cult?"
"They say I’m mad. But I know I’m not. I spent a century building this. I sacrificed my own biological daughter, not for power… but to match you. To surpass you. To become greater than even the Dragon Gods."
At last, Wagner’s voice dissolved into a mad, echoing laughter—layered with dragon roars, screams of the damned, and the wails of the lost.
A surge of mana rippled through the air, shaking the ground. From every level of the Tower of Eternal Night, monstrous growls erupted in unison. Limbs—twisted, blood-soaked, brimming with dragon blood—were lifted by invisible force fields, carried upward, and merged into the form of the vast creature in the void.
With a thunderous crack, the spire’s peak bloomed open like a flower, revealing an endless, starless night sky.
This was Wagner’s Nine-Ring Spell—
[Star of the King Slayer Phantom]
In the darkness, a crimson comet—like a malevolent eye—appeared. The phantom image of the Star of the King Slayer. It pulsed faintly, responding to Wagner’s call, flickering with a deep red glow as if contemptuously staring down at the world below.
Wagner had only activated a fraction of the Dragon Madness Lock’s power—but even that was enough to press down on Kai Xiusu with unbearable pressure.
The tower’s summit had become an altar.
And beneath the moonlight, the creature finally revealed its true form.
No longer human. No longer merely monstrous.
It was a fusion of countless dragonized limbs—five White Dragon Heads lined the crown, hundreds of limbs sprouted from its body, six pairs of wings spread wide to support its colossal frame. Twelve long, serpentine tails, each twisted into a different form, writhed like vines.
And at its center—Wagner’s human head, embedded like a jewel in the chest. A grotesque harmony, unnatural yet eerily whole.
The Five-Headed Dragon Beast had been a failed experiment. This—this was the true culmination. His final, self-made masterpiece.
A twisted abomination modeled after Tiamat. For a century, he had sacrificed lives—countless souls, five real White Dragons, and the entire power of the Tower of Eternal Night—just to forge this being.
"Too bad," Wagner chuckled. "With the White Dragon, I could’ve had six heads. Surpassed Tiamat."
"But now… you’re here. So it’s perfect."
The heads spoke in unison, their voices layered, echoing. Six eyes locked onto Kai Xiusu, glowing with a faint red haze—eyes filled with fanatical hunger, as if wrapped in a veil of madness.
"Join me in Dragon Madness!"
Reason vanished instantly. Only the desire to destroy remained—everything, everyone, everything in sight.
"ROOOOAAARRR—!"
The dragon heads roared in unison—wild, frenzied, soul-shattering.
Kai Xiusu forced himself to look away from the red star, its light growing brighter, more solid. But the ancient, millennia-spanning frenzy still seeped into his mind, making him reckless, frantic.
He poured every ounce of will into reinforcing his mental barrier, clinging to his sanity.
"That spell isn’t complete yet. If the phantom fully manifests… even I will fall into madness. I must kill Wagner before it’s finished."
"And during this time… I cannot afford a single wound."
From the memories of his Heritage, he knew: under Dragon Madness, if a dragon was injured in battle, it would lose all control—frenzied, biting, clawing, until either it or its enemy was dead.
With that thought, Kai Xiusu spread his wings and shot upward, soaring high above the tower’s summit. Below, the monstrous form—vast enough to cover half the top—stretched across the sky like a nightmare given flesh.
(End of Chapter)
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